I cried when he was born.

I held my wife’s hand as she became a mother. Moaning, then whimpers, and with a final last gasping scream she brought him into the world. Her cheeks were streaked with tears. Breathing, gasping, laughing, then with a final burst it was done. The hours of pain were done. She cried with the relief of it. I bent down, touched my forehead to hers. She smelled of sweat and st...